Angel Holy City, beneath the Angel Saint Hall.
An Angel Saint Hall had been built in every city across Douluo Continent. In the eyes of the public, they represented the will of the Angel Empire, embodying glory and sanctity. No one knew that a prison was hidden beneath the headquarters of the Angel Saint Hall.
This dungeon had only one prisoner. The old woman's hair was grizzled, her skin sagging and blotched. Her once peerless beauty was gone, replaced by hideous centipede-like scars covering her body. Her gray-white eyes were hollow and dim, and she resembled rotting wood—decayed on the outside and empty within.
The dungeon was perpetually dark, with no concept of time. She could no longer remember how long that venomous woman had tortured her. Torture, humiliation, deadly poison... cruel methods emerged one after another. From her fierce resistance at the beginning, to her desperate pleas for mercy later on, she had eventually become numb and silent.
That venomous woman had not come for a long time, and the old woman could feel that her exposed wounds were about to heal.
Bang—
The cell door was abruptly pushed open. Light returned to the old woman's eyes as she struggled to lift her head. In the dim yellow light, she saw a stunningly beautiful woman approaching with seductive steps. Beside her emerald green short hair, delicate silver snake-shaped earrings gleamed.
"You've come, Du Gu Lin..."
The old woman's voice was rough and hoarse. Her vocal cords had clearly been damaged by external force.
"Other than me, is there anyone in this world willing to see you, Tang Wutong?" Du Gu Lin smiled sweetly.
"How are you planning to torture me this time?"
Tang Wutong asked weakly. After years of torment, she had aged beyond recognition, while the other woman